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Shirley Satterfield 
by: Shirley Satterfield This little poem comes with a disclaimer because it is my naughtiest poem ever. I wrote it one day to amuse myself when my slightly OCD husband instructed me on which side of the sink he wants me to wash dishes on. I didn’t think such a small matter was worth fighting … Read more
by: Shirley Satterfield The Objectification of Women 👩🏻 (A Poem) My life is no longer an open book. I am a gray rock now, A dead thing cast away in a field, But I will not yield to my own objectification, As I accept my portion, that meager, meager ration.
Bulgaria’s Alexandar Tomov Jr.: He Writes About All Things Absurd Alexandar Tomov Jr. was born in Sofia, Bulgaria on June 3. 1982 in the shadow of the Soviet Empire. And, as Bulgaria was embarking on its own experiment in democracy when the Iron Curtain fell in 1989, Tomov Jr, was finding his own literary voice … Read more
by: Shirley Satterfield The Pearly Gate of Heaven 💎 Jesus is The pearly gate of heaven, The foundation of precious stones, The translucent streets we walk on, The rainbow that graces the throne. He’s all in heaven precious. Drive home this precious message. He’s eternal Day’s most golden ray. “He’s all my hope and stay.”
by: Shirley Satterfield The Space🪐 I like to sit alone In my inner-intuition zone Where my thoughts are wont to roam, And lovely things are home. In that space inside my head, I ponder things I’ve read. And think on lovely things instead Of dark things in my head.
by: Shirley Satterfield Earth Place 🌎 Earth place is a bold place With its massive mountains And its dancing trees, Its carved out bowls of endless seas, With rainbows appearing here and there in the purity of island air. Those super deserts with their towering rocks Is enough to rock me in my socks. Earth … Read more
Poetic Imagery: Little Snapshots in the Mind As we have seen before in modern and post-modern poetry, the sky’s the limit when it comes to the style of poetry you choose to write, You can write anything from the highly regimented Shakespearean sonnet with it’s hard and set rules of meter and rhyme to Whitman’s … Read more
by: Shirley Satterfield Ice Storm 🧊 Ice storm, Out of the norm. Slipping and sliding all over the place, Terror of the human race. Ice storm, Out the lights gives us a fright, Lose all our food. Bleakness in the neighborhood Weighing down the trees, The world’s about to freeze. Ice storm Is out of … Read more
by: Shirley Satterfield Baltimore 🚢 Baltimore is a historic place Where spices are brought in sailor’s haste, But isn’t it a pity That the city is known for “The Block”, Sex industry’s American Rock. Monuments all over the place That divide us by religion and race. “The Thinker” is my favorite rising granite, The sum … Read more
by: Shirley Satterfield Been praying tonight and I want the world to know that I have decided to follow Jesus. The cross before me; the world behind me. The cross before me the Church behind me. The cross before me; the Trump behind me. No turning back. No turning back. The Bible says that there … Read more
Inaugural Poet Amanda Gorman: From Watts to Front and Center Amanda is a young poet who was first to do a lot of things. Born in Los Angeles, California, and raised in the neighborhood of Watts by a single, English teacher Mom named Joan Wicks, she became the first person to be named Youth Poet … Read more
by: Shirley Satterfield The Modesty of Tombs 🏝 Who can fathom the mystery of the desert Veiled in wind-driven sand With a certain modestly of Tombs. For death is a modest place, Both for the pharaohs who lived spectacular lives, And for the lowly peasants buried Without ceremony under the sand. For all rot and … Read more
by: Shirley Satterfield What Are Poets? Part II 🌳 Poets aren’t pansies. Poets are Redwood trees That stand the storms And the test of time. Poets will expose a mankind’s Kind of crime. Poets will go to jail After graduating from Yale And live in the rough. Poets are not pansies. They are tough.
by: Shirley Satterfield What Are Poets? 🐎 Poets aren’t pottery. Poets are forged In the fires of a blacksmith shop And beaten by the Master Into their unique, organic Horseshoe shapes. We are like red hot iron In the hands of the Ironsmith; Like all souls scorched With third degree burns.
Neil David Chan: Canada’s Own Post-Modern Metaphysical Philosopher In this article author, poet and philosopher Neil David Chan answers three important interview questions to define his beliefs concerning hid doctrine of metaphysical philosophy, His book “A Higher Conversation: Another Way to be Human” is published by Austin Macauley Publishers with offices in London, Cambridge, New … Read more
We Got Rhythm: The Beat of the Bard Good poetry being a close kin to music not only depends on the sounds of words to make it musical, but it also needs to have a certain meter and rhythm to make it akin to a song. And what we have here are the patterns and … Read more
by: Shirley Satterfield Bound All-Around 🗣 Lord God set me free. She’s a fake friend if ever there was one. She’s like Attila the Hun Goose stepping across the landscape of my life. Controlling as a fish monger’s wife. Oh Lord, this relationship is not sound, Set me free; I am bound.
by: Shirley Satterfield Otherworlds This fountain plant delights my eyes, Makes my spirit man arise. The body is the receptacle of pleasure, And the discerner of much pain While soul reaches up to touch a higher plain where The joy of God resounds And the prayers of man abound. Metaphysical world Cannot be seen. It’s … Read more
by: Shirley Satterfield Oh Fort McHenry 🇺🇸 Oh Fort McHenry; Little fort on Baltimore harbor, Color guard of a country tried sore, Little bastion of liberty For yonder young Promised Land In the war of 1812. You loomed large For distant little city girl Born in 1952, Her faith in you renewed In 2021 With … Read more
by: Shirley Satterfield The Cure Treat me softly. Tell me that you love me, Often. Give me a hug when you can, Post pandemic. I have BPD. I have major depression. I have Post Traumatic Stress. I am bipolar. I am human. Treat me softly. This is the cure.
The English language lends itself so well to rhyme that rhyme is common in English poetry, except for blank verse which has meter and no rhyme and free verse poetry. But even free verse poets can make use of internal rhyme in which two words within a line rhyme, use approximate rhyme, or the poet … Read more